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Gil Scott-Heron – New York Is Killing Me lyrics
Yeah, the doctors don't know
But New York was killing me
Bunch of doctors coming 'round
They don't know
That New York is killing me
Yeah, well, I need to go home and take it slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
Let me tell ya
Fast city living ain't all
It's cracked up to be
Fast city living ain't all
It's cracked up to be
Yeah, it seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
Yes, I lay down, I lay down
And start to try to take it all in
Yeah, lay down, lay down
And try to take it all in
(Take it all in)
Yeah, they got eight million people, and I didn't have a
Single friend
Don't you know, don't you know
New York was killing me?
Yeah, I was standing there and dying there
And New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And go back home to Jackson, Tennessee
Lord, have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennesee
Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Yeah, I need to be back home, need to be back home
Need to be back home, need to be back home, yeah
Born in Chicago, but I go home Tennessee
Yeah, I Born in Chicago, but I
But New York was killing me
Bunch of doctors coming 'round
They don't know
That New York is killing me
Yeah, well, I need to go home and take it slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
Let me tell ya
Fast city living ain't all
It's cracked up to be
Fast city living ain't all
It's cracked up to be
Yeah, it seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
Yes, I lay down, I lay down
And start to try to take it all in
Yeah, lay down, lay down
And try to take it all in
(Take it all in)
Yeah, they got eight million people, and I didn't have a
Single friend
Don't you know, don't you know
New York was killing me?
Yeah, I was standing there and dying there
And New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And go back home to Jackson, Tennessee
Lord, have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennesee
Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Yeah, I need to be back home, need to be back home
Need to be back home, need to be back home, yeah
Born in Chicago, but I go home Tennessee
Yeah, I Born in Chicago, but I
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